My Dearest, Internet;

That's really the question, isn't it? Where do I begin and where do I end and what is the point of everything in the middle?

I'm not clinicly depressed. That would take going to a clinic. And that won't happen.

I just look out at the world and see black, like my mind is trapped in a coffin made of flesh. A fire burns in the pit of my stomach, but on the outside I'm nothing but cold. Sometimes it's hard to think, but I can't stop thinking.

Yeah, this is kind of a "stream of consciousness" post. Be gentle. It's my first time.

Sincerely,

The Dark Spectre